Sawyer's Birth Story
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|Mon, 11-24-2008 - 11:08pm|
Here is the tale of Sawyer's birth. Let me start with it is a bit action packed, and a little scary/traumatizing... but it ends really, really well. I will also say that this is a story of a birth, not a birth to a > 40 yr old. The stuff that happened could have happened to any woman... so, this is in no way a caution to any of us. The birth process is complicated and potentially dangerous... for all of us.
So, for those who dare...
Wednesday, November 19th DH & I were prepped for a c-section delivery of our son. It happened a bit quicker than I thought, and I wasn't really emotionally prepared... so I was a little raw. I had advised my OB and the Anesthesiologist that I was not of the psychological disposition to be consciously sedated during surgery... they advised of all the reasons they thought I should have a spinal instead of general anesthesia. There were benefits to both me and the baby, so I said OK... fine.
Off to the OR.. a little freaked out. The spinal was unpleasant but OK, worked perfectly... felt odd to feel nothing, but that was the point. I could feel touch and pressure but no pain sensation. It was really, really weird to be able to feel the doctors working. I had wanted to avoid that.
Apparently there was tremendous, unexpected vascularizations of my uterus. Instead of regular "vessels" the arteries were greatly enlarged... I would suffer significant blood loss. Plus I am a redhead... and we are known bleeders. The repair to the uterus would also take longer than normal, so as to ensure proper suturing of the vessels.
So, on top of the regularly planned surgery (which was wearying to me emotionally) and the unexpected vascular twist and resulting blood loss (which was wearying to me physically)... there was also a mistaken puncturing of the other side of my uterus.
In order to deal with this they basically had to bring the organ to the outside for repair, suturing, and putting it back into place. The pushing/placing it back in was very, very unpleasant. In fact, "unpleasant" doesn't begin to describe it. It felt awful, even with the spinal. This was made all the worse by the fact that the whole thing then took a lot longer than expected - the spinal/nerve block wore off before they were finished sewing me up.
I lost a lot of blood. I was awake, without valium or anything like that and I could hear them discussing the situation in what seemed to be a concerning tone and I had breakthrough pain.
This led to what I am calling a very legitimate panic attack. I was unable to move, but suddenly able to feel. I freaked out. My blood pressure spiked (not helpful with the enlarged blood vessels), and they had to give me nitro in a big fat hurry. Pain meds too. Then a calmative.
DH was a rock of support during the puncture crisis and thereafter; although deeply concerned, he maintained a steady composure and studied the doctors. They were not panicking, so while the situation was unexpected and serious, they were on the repair and other parts of the surgery completely. Randy was very reassuring and calming when I was at my wits' end and totally overwhelmed.
After all these events, and when we were in the recovery room with Sawyer - I felt nothing but peace and love. My cousin (we are very close) was the first to see us afterwards. She said that I looked pretty good considering events... but that DH looked white as a ghost and spent. I think he used up all his emotional energy trying to be strong and keep me calm. He later told me he was genuinely concerned that I might die... right there giving birth to the baby he wanted.
Alas, I did not. I am OK, recovering and enjoying our new son. My recovery is taking a bit longer than usual for a c-section, as it was a bit more than that.
Sawyer is gentle, peaceful and delightful. He is eating well, steady, and is easy to burp. He seems very happy and he certainly is beautiful. He has very intense eyes and follows our voices. He was worth even his Birth Story experience.
I enclose a few pics. The first one is of proud DH, before the crisis hit. The others are of the family well afterwards. The goofy look on my face is no doubt drug induced - either the valium or those naturally produced in one's brain during crisis!